The Batcave was silent, save for the steady hum of machinery and the distant hiss of steam from damaged pipes. Bruce sat at the console, hunched over schematics of the city, his exoskeleton whirring faintly with every movement. The glow of the monitors cast long shadows across the cavernous walls, illuminating relics of a crusade that never ended.

And then, suddenly--

A flash. A searing burst of light cut through the gloom, followed by a rush of displaced air. Bruce spun around, already calculating the time it would take to get into his suit from where he was now.

Standing in the center of the cave was… someone.

A figure. A stranger.

A person where no person should be.

The targeting systems in his lenses locked on instantly, data flickering across his vision as he assessed threat levels, scanning for weapons, analyzing vitals.

"Who sent you?" His voice was rougher than gravel, distorted through the modulator, laced with suspicion and quiet menace.

He took a step closer, mechanical supports hissing under his weight.

"You've got exactly ten seconds to tell me who you are before I decide you're a threat."

A pause. His gaze sharpened, lingering on the details as any detective would-- the clothes, the confusion... the unmistakable flicker of recognition in your eyes when you looked at him.

Who are you...?